2 comments/ 22245 views/ 19 favorites Introduction to Submission By: ProfessorFractality We would have decided to meet in person, for the first time. A ski town? Yes, a ski town. A nice hotel, right on the slopes. One of those classic mountain lodges, done American style: large. With large rooms, large beds, large windows, large lounge, multiple stories. The day you leave for the hotel, you get an email. It's a short one, with a few bullet points in it. 1) Arrive before me. The room will be booked under your name. 2) Get the keys, go up to the room. 3) Don't close the door – just let it rest on its locks. 3) Strip naked. 4) Put a blindfold on. Tight, so that you can't see. 5) Put cuffs on your wrists. Lock them behind your back. Tight, so that you can't wiggle out of them. 6) Stand in the middle of the room, facing the door, legs spread apart. 7) Wait until I arrive at 7PM. 8) You will only speak when spoken to. At 7PM sharp, I stand in front of the room. I can see that it is slightly cracked open. Good. You followed at least one of the instructions, I quietly say to myself. I had arrived fairly early in the morning, and had staked out a spot in the lounge from where I could see the check-in desk, but where the guests would have their backs turned to me. In jeans and a button-down shirt, I looked like a few of the other middle-aged men. Well, hopefully not too much like them.The latest issue of the Economist in my hand, a caipirinha on the little table in front of me, my sports bag next to me, and I was set for the next few hours. When it hit 5PM, and I still hadn't seen anything of you, I was starting to wonder. Did she get cold feet after all that talk from her? Had I missed her at the check-in? Wait – I am at the right hotel, right? A quick check of the registration email, and I calmed myself down. The date was right, the name was right, and I was being silly. Seriously, I'm supposed to be in charge here. Let's be in charge. It wasn't much later that I spotted a tiny female figure approaching the front desk. Black hair, about shoulder length. A compact body in a dark, body-hugging, ankle-length dress. Could it be? She seems a bit tall for 5'2. Then I spot the big heels she's sporting. It's gotta be her. No, I had never seen her in flesh and blood before. All I had of her were some oddly angled and oddly lit shots, and a headless painting. But it had to be her. The profile, the tall walk – it had to be. I breathed in, and breathed out slowly. This might be interesting. I slowly push open the door. It's dark inside – the lights must be all off, and the curtains closed. Did she fall asleep? I take a step inside, put down my sport bag, hang the do not disturb sign outside, and softly close the door. As I turn around, I see a small, dark figure in the middle of the room. "Well, what do we have here?" I hear you take in a sharp breath, and see you move your legs together. You even almost try to turn away. Well, that will not do. A faint grin flashes across my face. I wonder: is she's doing it on purpose, or is she genuinely is worried someone else is in the room? The bit of light filtering in through the window shapes your body, but makes it hard to see anything else. I fumble for the light switch – they are all more or less in the same place in these rooms – and flick it on. I finally do see you – and it is a glorious sight. You did follow the instructions. Just how closely, we have to find out. "Looks like we have a little slut here who likes showing herself off to people she has never met." I can see you blush, and relax a little bit. This is perfect. I take a few steps forward, and grab your jaw in my right hand. As I slowly pull your face up, I take a closer look at your blindfold. It's a thin scarf, synthetic, and badly fitting. Did I see an eye try to peek out from underneath it? "What, did you run into CVS to get this? This will need to be fixed." I let go of your jaw, and take a step back. Your legs are still together. There's a small shiver running up and down them. "What's with the closed legs, fucktoy? I thought the instructions were pretty clear: legs spread. Are you trying to hide something? Maybe your wet fucking cunt? The fact that you are so utterly turned on by being naked in front of me?" Your cheeks are turning bright red, and you quickly spread your legs. Did I just hear a bit of a whimper? "No.... I didn't... I was..." "Was what, slut? You follow instructions, and you follow them right. Now be quiet while I look at you." The nipples on your perky breasts are fully erect. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing shallow. Your arms disappear behind your back, and your hips flare out nicely. As promised, your pussy is perfectly bald. Good. I hate hacking through a bush. The inside of your thighs seem to be moist. I wonder just how long you've been standing here like that. I walk around to your backside, to inspect the cuffs. Mmh, these might actually be real cuffs. The metal shines brightly in the light – new, no doubt. But they're hanging pretty low on the wrists. With a bit of dedication, I'm sure you could get at least one hand through them. I grab the chain between the cuffs, and yank them up to take a closer look at them. The sudden movement yanks your arms straight up, and you have to quickly drop your head and torso to avoid having your shoulders painfully torqued. "Ahh!" A small cry escapes your lips. Quickly, I give your ass cheek a hard whack with my other hand.With your ass sticking out like that, my hand makes a satisfying slap! Sound, and your cheek quickly sports a nice red hand print. "I said quiet." The metal feels just a little too light to be actually steel... probably aluminum. I take a closer look at the locking mechanism, and there it is: a little release button. Of course, party hand cuffs. Expecting her to find actual hand cuffs was maybe a bit unfair, but this would make for a nice lesson in what proper restraints feel like. And a good reason to torture her in ways that would flood her pussy. "Party cuffs? What is this, a bachelor party? And they're so loose that they barely stay on. No, slut, this will definitely not do." Feeling that you're in trouble, you try to squirm away from me. But that's the nice thing about cuffs – they're easy to tighten, and easy to hold on to. A give a quick push to the outside of the cuffs, and hear the ratcheting mechanism click a few times. There – she should feel that a bit more. I lift the cuffs up a bit more, and you almost crumble to the floor, face down, ass raised high. Time for a bit of fun. I pull my belt out from the clasp, pull the clasp back, and unhook the clasp pin from the belt. You can hear me working on my belt, and it suddenly dawns on you that your ass is in deep, deep trouble. You try to lower your ass and crawl away, but the cuffs keep you solidly in place. "Please, no.... please, it's going to hurt too much..." "You have one job, fucktoy, and that is to please me. I am displeased with your weak blindfold, and I'm displeased with your even weaker cuffs. This will be your punishment." I finally pull the belt from my pants, and wrap it around my right hand. It's a nice, long, thick piece of leather: about two inches wide, black, with a solid heft to it. I leave about a foot dangling from my hand. Your ass is definitely shaking, I hear your whimper as you try to move your ass out of the way of the inevitable. Standing right next to you, holding your arms still up by the cuffs. I bring my right hand up. After pausing for a brief moment at the top, I bring it down right behind your ass. The leather belt trails just behind it, and with a loud whack turns your right cheek bright red. Quickly, more belt strikes follow, alternating between each cheek. You initially just try to hold it in, and just let go of a few muffled squeeks. But the belt is wide, it is fast, and it is heavy, and very soon, each strike results in a little scream of pain from you. I stop, and inspect the damage. Nothing deep – just some superficial capillaries that have been broken, and you ass is nicely red and tender. Sitting might be be a bit uncomfortable for the next few hours. I let go of the cuffs, and you drop your arms besides you, trying to avoid touching your ass. Your fingers are twitching, trying to reach for something, do something about the pain, but all you can do right now is avoid making worse. Walking back towards my sport bag, I grab your hair on the way, pull you up by it, and you scramble onto your feet to avoid falling. There are a few modifications that need to be made to her accessories, and I really don't want to just drag the bag over to her. She's coming with me. "Down, slut. You move, and the belt will hurt a lot more. Understood?" You nod your head quickly. Good. I won't have to use the belt again. I don't like breaking skin, and I'm happy that she's not so stubborn as to force me to inflict actual pain. I zip open the bag, and dig underneath a bit of change of clothes. Ah, there they are. A roll of bondage tape, and some real, honest-to-god cuffs. First things first, the cuffs. I press the release button on your current cuffs, and pull the locks open. Easy peasy. These ones won't be so. I put one wrist into one cuff, and close the lock. You can feel that they're heavy – much heavier than the aluminum ones. They're also missing the quick release. I don't remember where I got them anymore, but I do know where their key is: on my key chain. Always. The second lock closes around the second wrist. Your wrists are tiny, and I'm at the end of the ratchet. But this works: it's not so tight to cause pain, but you're also not just wriggling out of them. Next, that silly scarf. "Close your eyes." I undo the knot behind your head, and remove the scarf. Your eyes stare at me, big and shiny. They're gorgeous, and I can see the absolute desperation to please me in them. Exquisite. But it wasn't what I had asked you to do. Slap! My hand goes across your face. "I said, Close your eyes. Slut." My face is close to yours, the Slut is snarled right at you, and you swallow and quickly close your eyes. Bondage tapes is tight, and if your eyes stay open, it can become very uncomfortable to close them. Much better this way. I grab your hair and position your head up. I unroll a good chunk of the tape, start over your right cheekbone and run it over your left eye, behind the back of your head – need to move the hair out of the way a bit so that it doesn't pull the tape away – over your right temple, and down across your right eye and then your left eye. After 4 loops, your eyes are sealed off, and the tape makes a gorgeous x-pattern over your face. "Please..." I hear you whimper. "Please I'll be good. Let me service you please. Please!" "Are you begging? What, your ass hurting teaches you some manners?" "Yes, please, I don't want to be spanked anymore it hurts..." I push your head back down to the ground, run my hands over your sensitive ass, and plunge three fingers right into a sopping wet, dripping pussy. Wow. She IS turned on.... "Your ass hurts, but your cunt is like a geyser. Are you such a slut that being spanked turns you on this much? Does it, slut?" "No...." "Liar." I stand up, pull you up by your hair and pull it back so that your head bends backwards. You can't see me, yet you're still looking up at me. I put my hand on your bare pubic mound, and push my fingers inside again. "So wet..... you like this, fucktoy." I curl my fingers inward and press on your g-spot. "You would cum if I keep doing this. Right, my little filly in heat?" "Yes... yes, please let me cum!" Instead of an answer, I pull up on your pubic bone, and almost lift you around by your pussy. A quick flip turns off the light. I move you around towards the window, let go of you, and move towards the drapes. Zzzip. You can hear the sound of the drape opening up, and suddenly panic a bit. "No, no, someone will see, I can't do this, please..." I grab your hair and bend your head back again. "You are my fucktoy. Your purpose is to please me, to service me, and to serve me in any way that I command you. You WILL obey, and you will obey because you enjoy this. Slut." Again, the slut is snarled into your ear. You seem more agitated, but less panicked.... This is going to be exquisite. You can hear keys jingling as I unlock one cuff, and feel the weight of it coming off. I move your arms to your front, and lock the cuff back onto your wrist. Then I position you face to the glass, and push forward. The glass is cold on your hard nipples. "Kneel." You hesitate a moment, not sure what to do. "I said, kneel." A quick smack on the back of your leg follows, buckling your knee. You get on your knees. "Now masturbate." "No...." "Now, whore." I snarl into your ear as I have one hand on your jaw, pulling it up into my face. "Yes Sir..." Much better. I unzip my pants, and I can tell you heard it – your head flinches around, and your mouth is slightly open. "No. Look forward, and masturbate. You will be allowed to cum only when I cum." You look forward again, and your fingers are furiously rubbing your clit. Slow moans are escaping your lips. My cock has been rock hard pretty much since I entered the room, and it's a welcome relief to get it out of my pants. I take it in my hand, and start masturbating over your head. "Please sir, can I?" "Can I what, whore?" "Please can I have it in my mouth? Worship it?" "Worship what, you bitch in heat?" "Can I please have your cock in my mouth so that I can worship it?" Well, who can resist a request like that? Except this isn't going to be just a blowjob. That would defeat the purpose of all this. No, I am going to take her mouth like I am taking everything else of her: forcefully, and for my pleasure alone. I twist the hair on the back of your head into a nice, solid handle. "Open your mouth." Obediently, you open it, and I position my cock just on your lips. You try to move your head forward and lick, but just as you try to give me a nice, slow blowjob, I move my cock into your mouth, and keep it moving until I can feel it hitting the back of your throat. Surprised, you start moaning and struggling, and I keep pushing on the back of your head until I can feel it pop into your throat. Your gag reflex finally kicks in, and I move it back. Then start fucking your mouth, making sure to stop only when I can feel it hitting the back of your mouth. Your breath starts to get ragged, and you're running low on oxygen – it's hard to breathe while you have something sitting right on your windpipe. You start to struggle, try to get in a breath when you can, and then I finally take my cock of your mouth. Saliva is all over it, hanging out of your mouth, drooping onto my cock and the floor. You try to catch your breath, breathing as deep as you can, as quickly as you can. With all that, you stopped masturbating. Slap! Once more, my hand goes across your face. "Keep working, slut." and you feverishly return to masturbating, still gasping for air. It doesn't take much to push me over the edge right now. You're so wet you're making puddles on the floor, I fucked your mouth until I was in your throat, your saliva is making my cock wet and slippery, and I quickly command you to open your mouth. What follows is an explosion of cum that covers your face, your mouth, your tongue, your chest..... I'm surprised there was no recoil effect. "Now rub it in. Then lick your hands clean." You quickly oblige, even though you haven't come yet. Why rush it? The night is still young, and I'm hungry and want some food. You, in a little summer dress, still covered in cum and dripping your own juices down your legs, will be a perfect accompaniment for dinner. "So – are you still hungry?" Yeah, corny joke, sue me. You still crack a half exasperated smile though. "Sure. What should I wear?" Well, that's a good omen. "I'm sure you have a dress? That'll be perfect." I unlock your cuffs, take them off, and you stumble to your feet. You grab your rolling bag, and drag it to the bathroom. I watch you quizzically – why do you need to change in the bathroom? As I pull up my zipper and straighten my shirt, I hear water running into the sink. Now it sinks in – she is trying to wash my cum off of herself! Well, normally I wouldn't have an issue with that, but the entire point of this is to get away from normal. I head to the bathroom, and find you in panties and washing your face. "Oh no no no no." I grab your arm, and drag out of the bathroom. "I didn't say anything about you cleaning up." I toss you face-down on the bed, and you try to turn around, legs still half over the edge. But that's not what I have in mind. I grab your hip and turn you back on your stomach. A few more adjustments, and your hands are behind your back, your butt is right over the edge, and your knees are almost on the ground. The panties are coming down next, and with a bit of struggle, over your knees, ankles, and onto the ground. "What made you think you were allowed to wash off my cum? What made you think you were allowed to wear panties?" You squirm, try to roll your butt away – you have an idea what's coming. "Well, slut?" "Well... I... normally wear panties.... and my face was sticky..." "Today is not a normal day. Or night." And with that, I bring my hand down hard on your still tender cheeks. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! A small whimper escapes your lips. "Here are the rules: you will not wear any underwear while you're here." Smack! "You will not wash off my cum." Smack! "You will cum only when I give you permission." Smack! "You will wear exactly what I tell you to." Smack! "You will serve and service me in any way I demand." Smack! "And your safe word is.. Safeword. Not original, but memorable. I don't think you'll have to use it, but if you do use it, I will stop absolutely everything right then and there." Your butt is red by now, and you're squirming quite a bit – although you're not really trying to get away anymore. "Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." "Good girl." She's picking this up quickly, I'm thinking to myself. "Though you're not getting dressed quite now. Stay there." I walk over to my bag, rummage around a bit in it, and then come back to the bed. You're still draped over the bed, hands on your back. Your head is tilted my way, and you shoot me a quizzical look. But no questions yet. I put the two objects down on the bed, out of your view, and grab your hands again to keep them in place. "Now, my little fucktoy, we're going to give you some practice here. This might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but I expect you to get used to it. Now spread your legs." You scurry your legs a bit apart, just enough to show me that you're still at floodstage. And you haven't even been fucked yet.... I grab the small plug, and run it across your slit. You push your pussy back into it and moan a little, but that's not the idea here. I run it a few more times across your slit and over your clit, just to make sure it is nice and slick. Then I slide it slowly up your back, and position it right over your ass. "What? No... I.." I didn't think that this was going to go through without any complaint. "I've never.... had anything.... there..." you stammer out. Not quite an objection, but you're not entirely comfortable with the idea either. I slowly push it in, a half-inch at time, to give your ass time to adjust. It's a small butt-plug, 4 inches long and a little over an inch in diameter at its thickest. Just perfect for a beginner. I put your hands on your butt cheeks. "Spread your ass, and relax your muscles." As I reach the widest part of the plug, your whimpering starts to turn to moans, but this time, there's definite discomfort in your voice. Introduction to Submission "Mmmhhhh!" As the plug finally plops through your sphincter muscle, you grimace a bit and try to raise your ass up. "A bit uncomfortable? Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Now to part two – the remote-control vibrator in your pussy. That slides right in, and I give it a small test vibration. You give off a surprised yelp, and shoot me a quizzical look. "You've never had a remote controlled vibrator in you?" "No." There's still surprise in your voice, as you try to get used to have something both in your pussy and in your ass. You reach your hands out to your ass, and run your fingers along the base of the plug. "Excellent.... now this is a properly dressed slut." You can hear the obvious lust in my voice. Normally, this would be followed by a gag of sorts, but we're heading out, and it's a bit early for that. Still, the thought of your virgin ass holding that plug and the vibrator in your pussy at my command is a massive turn-on for me. "Come on, put that dress on, and let's get some food." You grab your dress, quickly put it on, add a quick bit of lipstick, and we're heading for the door. As I hold the door open and usher you through, I take a look at you from behind. The dress is a nice little number, about knee length, with a nice, lustrous texture. It fits your hips nicely, and it definitely emphasizes your tight little butt. Nice. I grab the remote control in my pocket, and turn it on to low. "Hey...." You start to complain, but aren't used to walking with a vibrator inside you. The interjection kinda peters out, and you just end up giving me a dirty look. This will be fun. As we head to the restaurant, I realize that it's later than I thought – the restaurant is already closed. Bummer. What now? "Maybe the bar still serves food", you offer up. Probably – there's not exactly a night-life here, but enough of a crowd with odd schedules that the bar should have something on the menu. And indeed, they do. Not much on the menu – some sliders, the obligatory turkey and club sandwiches, a cobb salad, and nachos and wings. We end up ordering two turkey sandwiches, a cobb salad, and some sliders, as well as with two cocktails: the classic Manhattan and Cosmo. Once we're through with the business of ordering, I take a long look at you. Short, dark hair, big, brown eyes, bright red lips, a very light khaki dress with a plunging neckline that draws everyone's eyes to your chest, and legs that are surprisingly long. Maybe it's the three-inch heels? My eyes wander back up to your chest, and I wonder if I can actually see your nipples through it. Not quite – we'll see if I can help that. "Like what you see?" you ask, with a bit of a smirk around your lips. "Oh yes, my little fucktoy." There are a few people at the bar, mostly watching the game on the screen. "Come here" I say, as I lean in. You follow my lead, and as your head gets to my shoulder, I run my hand up your chest, and give your right nipple a quick twist and pull. "Ow!" you hiss out. I give a quick glance around, and the game still has everyone entranced. No need for any deception – I reach up to your left nipple, and give that a quick twist and pull. "Hey! What are you doing!" you hiss out a bit louder. I take another look at your breasts, and this time, the nipples are clearly visible. I smile, visibly satisfied with my work. You look down, and see your hard nipples poke out through the dress. At this point, it's obvious you're not wearing a bra. I'm wondering if anybody can smell my cum on you? There probably isn't enough left... I'm thinking that that will have to be rectified. The bartender is done making the drinks, and is heading over our way. I grab the remote control, and turn it up all the way to high. You're clearly not expecting it, and with a little moan escaping your lips, you jerk your torso, just as the bartender sidles up with the drink. He shoots you a quizzical look. "Everything alright, miss?" You glower at me a bit, and mutter something non-committal. "Here are your drinks – one Manhattan and one Cosmo. Enjoy!" He takes one final look at you, lingers for a split-second on your chest, then moves back to tending to his bar. "Looks like he's enjoying the show." I say with a mischievous smile. "How are you enjoying the vibrator?" "I'm normally at home in my bed when I use my vibrator.... and naked. This is... weird." "Are you wet?" "I think I'm going to leave a puddle through my dress." "Good. How about the butt plug?" "I don't like it." "Heh. But you're being a perfect little slut right now, putting on a show for me, plugged in both holes, and making a mess through your dress. That plug is the cherry on the cake." You give me a big, beaming smile. "I told you I like to be perfect", you shoot back. I grin. Indeed. The food arrives, and we concentrate on the food and other topics for a while. I turn off the vibrator; mainly to conserve batteries, but also because the conversation turned to history. Not my favorite topic, but certainly a fascinating topic, and I want your and my full attention on the conversation. As the food and the drinks disappear, the game ends, the crowd thins, and my thoughts return to making you writhe, squirm, and beg for cock. The check's been put on the room tab, and I give you another long look over. Your nipples aren't quite so obviously visible anymore, but I think I can smell your pussy... delicious. I motion to the hallway. "Shall we?" "Sure", you say, and slide off the stool. I put my arm around your waist, and we walk towards the elevator. As we walk, the vibrator gets put back on to high, and I feel a little wobble in your step. "Not fair", you let out. "But oh so much fun", I reply. We get to the elevator door, push the button up, and, while we wait, I move my hand down to your ass. "Nice ass." I whisper in your ear, as I give it a nice squeeze. You giggle, and I just leave it there. The elevator dings, the door opens, and I give you a little shove inside. With one hand I mash the floor button, and with the other, I push you up against the wall. As the door closes, I grab your hair with one hand, tilt your head up, and push up your skirt with the other. Your pussy is still sopping wet, and I can feel the vibrator through your pubic bone. You try to object and push back, but I shove my fingers inside you, and push the vibrator against your g-spot. This time, the moan is not muffled, or stifled, or small; it's a guttural, lusty moan that's asking for a hard fuck. "Please.... please.... oh god...." Your eyes stay locked on mine, and your knees are starting to buckle. [Ding] Man, those elevators are quick these days. I need to find a hotel with more floors. I let go of you just as the doors open, and we walk out past the elderly couple waiting for the elevator. We return their "Good evening!" alike, even if yours is a bit more labored. "That was not fair! Besides... what if they saw us?" "Well, technically, they would have only seen you in any state of undress, and I'm pretty sure at least the guy would have appreciated the view." "But...." "Are you telling me you didn't like being pushed up against the wall in the elevator? I think your pussy is telling a different story." "You make me like it.... I try to get away, but you just take me...." "That's right, my little cunt, you like it." As we walk down the hallway, I run my hands down your ass again, and hike your skirt back up. "Stop", you mumble, and try to move my hand back down. "Are you trying to tell me no?" Your ass is exposed now, and my hand is on the base of the plug spreading your ass checks apart. I push on it, and you can feel it moving around inside your ass. "Mmhh", you moan through clenched teeth. "Still not used to it? Well, it's been only a few hours.... you'll like it soon." We're at the door to the room, but instead of opening it, I just push you up against it, and push my fingers again inside your pussy. You again try to push my hand away, but it goes just as poorly as the first time. And just like the first time, you quickly stop fighting and start just moaning and grinding your hips on my hand. But this time, I'm not stopping there: I grab your dress with both hands, and start to lift up past your hips. You panic, and try to again stop me. Taking a half-step back, I give you quick slap across the face with the other. "You will serve and service me however I like, bitch. If I want you to be naked, you will be naked. Got it?" I growl. The fight leaves you quickly, and I finish removing your dress and dropping it in a heap in front of the door. You're now naked in front of the hotel door, and only the shallow alcove in which our room door is, is preventing you from being seen by anybody up and down the hallway. "Yes, sir." No moaning, just a quiet whisper now. Good girl. The potential in her is absolutely amazing, I think to myself. She's naked, nipples on her small, perky tits pointing straight to the sky, a plug in her ass, a vibrator in her pussy, and a good chance to be the main show of the floor if anybody opens any doors near ours. And still, her legs are absolutely drenched in pussy juices. I'm pretty sure anyone who walks by here in the next half hour will wonder what happened here. I grip your hair with one hand, the other firmly clamps on your pussy, and then give you a deep, hard kiss on your mouth. You start to writhe again, with the only result that you grind your pussy harder into my hand. This is fun. Nothing better than a hot little bitch naked, in my hands, and getting wetter by the second in spite of herself. But – the plan doesn't call for us to be arrested for public debauchery. I finally pull out the room key to open the door. The door gives way, you stumble inside, and I follow behind, kicking your dress inside. "Now slut.... you can serve me right. Get on your knees, cunt." You obey much more quickly than a few hours ago... the progress is quite impressive. "Yes sir." "Now unzip my pants, and ask permission for that blowjob you wanted to give earlier. And don't forget to keep masturbating – you know what will happen if you do." "Yes sir." Obediently, you unzip my pants, and gently put your hand on my cock that springs out at you. It's been hard for a few hours now, and desperately needed that relief. "Can I, sir?" "Can you what, slut?" "Can I suck on it?" I grab you by your hair, and pull you up ever so slightly. "Can you suck on what, slut? Are you so horny you forgot how to speak?" You gulp audibly. "Can I suck on your cock, sir?" "That's better...." I smile, as I guide your head to my cock. This time, I don't push my cock in all the way into your throat – I just guide your head as you run your tongue all around and play with my cock. One of your hands is on my dick, the other is still furiously rubbing your clit. The spectacle is delicious, and your depravity is clearly shining through. You quickly move from just running your tongue along my dick to taking it all in your mouth, as deep as you can take it without additional encouragement. My hand is still on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. The excitement of the last couple of hours is building up in my balls again, and this time, I want more than to just cum on your face. I sink my fingers into your hair, drag you on your feet, and toss you onto the bed. There is a bit of a thud when you bounce on it. You get up on your hands, turn your head towards me, trying to figure out what I want from you. With one hand, I lift up your ass, while with the other, I push your head down into the mattress. "Was I not good, sir? Didn't you like my blowjob?" you plead meekly. Oh – she thinks I'm going to spank her again. No – not this time. This time, I want to fuck her cunt until she screams; I want to fuck her so deep and hard she's going to think she'll split apart. She's earned that fuck, and I will take it from her. "You were exquisite, my little fucktoy, and you are going to get your reward."Slipping a finger through the antenna loop of the vibrator, I give it a quick tug, and it slips out with an audible "plop". I quickly drop off the rest of my clothes – it's amazing how quickly you can get out of clothes if you have a goal in front of you – get over you, and position your ass in front of me. "I will fuck you so hard your cunt will feel it tomorrow morning, slut." "Please sir.... I'm small... You need to be gentle..." "I'm sorry – are you objecting to being fucked? What makes you think you have a say here?" I push your head down with one hand, and with the other, administrate a few hard slaps. Your ass is turning red again, and I can hear your muffled whine. "Sorry sir. Foolish. Please, take me like you want." "I'm sure you can beg better than that. Can you, cunt?" "Please sir, please... I beg you to take me as you want. Please, fuck me hard, sir. Take me like the little slut that I am. Let me be your fucktoy, please, please... give my pussy the fucking you want.." "Now that's more like it", I mutter more to myself than to you. And with that, I spread your cheeks apart, run my dick along your slit for a bit of lubrication, and then plunge it straight into your pussy. With my dick deep inside you, I grab your hair and lift your head of the mattress. Then I start fucking you. Hard, deep, and fast; I can feel my dick running past your cervix and hitting the end of your pussy. Again and again, I pump my cock inside your pussy. "How do you like this? Is this what you wanted? Tell me slut, is this what you want?" There's little more than a ragged breathing and load moaning coming from you. "Oh god, yes, fuck me... fuck me hard.... tell me... tell me what I am....." "No, whore, you tell me what you are. And if you're good, I will let you cum. Now, what are you?" There's a little pause as you try to think up the words. "Come on, slut, I'm waiting." A quick set of slaps on your ass to encourage you. "I'm a slut, a whore, I'm your personal fucktoy. Fuck me, choke, slap me, call me dirty things, make me do dirty things, I will do everything you ask... please, sir, please, let me cum!" Well... close enough. We'll get more explicit later, I guess. Time for encouragement. "Good little slut. You've earned your orgasm.... now cum." I put my other hand around your throat, squeeze on your arteries, and pump my cock balls-deep into your pussy. "Oh god.... OH GOD....." Your body is shaking, and I can feel your pussy spasming through the orgasm. I soften my grip on your throat, pull you up and tell you to start masturbating again. This time, it's my turn to cum, and I intend to make it good. I pound you as hard and as fast as I can manage, with my balls slapping against your hand on your clit, and my abs against your ass. Your pussy is slick, tight, and I can feel myself bottoming out with every stroke. Sweat is starting to run down my face, dropping down onto your back, and running down your ass crack and spine. Your moans are little more than a continuous whimper now. As I feel the pressure building in my balls again, I start to squeeze harder on your throat, and pick up the pace. The pressure of your anal plug on my deck, your hands rubbing your clit, your rasped breathing, all of it combines to build up one hell of an orgasm again.... The first spurts run through my cock, and I press my cock deep into your pussy. The waves run through my body, and I can feel the spasms run from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. It feels like an eternity.... even if it is probably just a dozen seconds or so. I let go of your throat, let the spasms subside, then take my cock out of your dripping pussy. One last thing to do, as I turn you to face me. "Open your mouth". You look surprised, but still do it. When you see that I'm positioning my dick in front of your mouth, dripping with your and my juices, you get an idea what I'm asking for. "No, gross! I don't like tasting myself." "This isn't a debate, fucktoy", I say sternly. With that, you get two slaps to the face with one hand – a quick right, left is all it takes. A little cry escapes your lips, surprised. But you open your mouth again, even if your eyes are closed. I grab your head, and run your lips all over my dripping cock. And then, I ram it again deep inside your mouth – keeping it there, making sure that you get my entire dick nice and clean. "Now run your tongue all over my cock... get it nice and clean." On command, you start to move your tongue and your mouth as much as you can, despite the lack of range you have, your head pressed onto my cock. After a few moments, I slowly move it out of your mouth. You think you're done... but the balls need some cleaning as well. This was a messy fuck, and I don't intend to need a shower. "You're not done just yet. Lick my balls clean. Careful though... I don't want any teeth or any hard sucking. Just run your tongue all over them." And gently, you actually obey without any complaint or brattiness. You are almost... tender. Well done. Having my balls in your mouth requires is quite a leap of faith that you know what you're doing, and are actually on-board with everything. This bodes well. "That was perfect, my little slut", I murmur into your ear. "That was one hell of an orgasm. You've done well, my little fucktoy. Tomorrow... well, tomorrow is another day. Let's get some sleep." I wake up the next morning with the sun peaking through the shades. I hear movement in the room, turn around, and see you in classic Tai Chi pose. Stark naked, but still classic: upright body, left leg straight back, weight centered, right leg planted forward, with shin straight up. One hand palm-down to the side, the other palm-up in front. I put my head back down, and just watch you for a while. Smooth, solid, you move easily through the forms. It's almost hypnotic.... The next thing I hear is the shower running. Must have dozed off. Well, time to get the day started. I glance at the hotel-standard alarm clock. 7AM. Well. You did say you liked to get the day started early. Might as well keep up. I head to the bathroom – standard hotel fare as well. You're already in the bathtub-shower stall, lathering up. Mmh. I spend a few seconds in taking in the sights. Without the heels on, you're definitely short. But with a compact, tight body that fits you well. Strong legs, muscles visibly playing under the skin as you rub the soap over your body. There's foam all over you, even as the shower head is rinsing it already off. I step into the shower as well – there's a few things to make sure of. "Hello, morning person." "Hello, sleepy head!" Man, she's cheerful. I guess that's the difference between a morning person and someone who just sets the alarm early. "How'd you sleep?" "Like a rock... or at least, when your snoring didn't wake me up." Damn. Something's can't be helped... "Sorry about that. I normally provide earplugs to bed bunkers." "Bed bunkers? Jackass." Followed by a surprisingly hard punch to the shoulder. "Hey now. Don't get yourself into trouble this early already." I step in close to you, and grab the soap from your hand. "Turn around." You give me a quizzical look, and slowly turn around. "Now what", you ask in my direction. I give you a quick shove and you stumble forward, bracing yourself with your hands against the shower wall. "Now stick your ass out." "Like that?" You give it a quick wiggle. "Just like that." I take the soap, work up a good lather, and start massaging your butt cheeks. Slowly, I work my hands into and along your butt crack, making sure to have the soap cover everything – your ass crack, your asshole, and right up to your pussy. No need to have soap there; that just causes unnecessary burning. I readjust the shower head, making sure that the water runs down your ass crack. Introduction to Submission "Keep your legs spread." As the water washes off the soap, I run my fingers along your crack,gradually pushing one into your ass. You reflexively tighten - "Relax. Clenching just makes it worse." It doesn't change much, but at least you don't tighten it more around my finger. Slowly, I move my finger in and out of your ass, making sure to have as much water as possible run into it. Once I've gotten a bit of water into it, I pull my finger out, lather a bit of soap onto it, then work it back into your ass. This time, you cringe a bit. "Oww – that burns!" "Sorry about that. No real enema to be had – this will have to do. Don't worry, it will be over soon." Once I have a bit of soap inside, I again work water inside your ass, and have it wash out the soap. It's not a full enema, but it'll do the trick for now. "All done. Now, instructions for today: you are to keep your ass clean at all times. You go to the bathroom, you wash yourself clean. There will be checks, and there will be consequences if I find that you didn't follow the instructions. Got that?" "Yes sir. Can I... what... what do you have in mind?" "I'm sure you can figure this out, my little fucktoy: I intend to take your anal cherry today." I can hear you draw in a sharp breath. "I will take your ass like I took your cunt: deep, and hard." "I.... I'm not used to that. Please..." I can hear actual concern in your voice. Understandable – your ass isn't used to taking a dick, it doesn't have any lubrication, and you remember the hard pounding I gave you last night. "Have some faith. I'm a consensual sadist, not an abuser." I smile, and wink. "But your ass is mine." And with that, I shove my finger back into your ass. "Mmmhhh!" "Keep that in mind." With that, I wash off quickly, and step out of the shower. Next up: breakfast. As a matter of fact, breakfast in bed. Might as well take advantage of room-service. "What do you like for breakfast?" I yell into the direction of the bathroom?. "What?" I walk over to the bathroom. "Breakfast. There's continental, yoghurt, pancakes, waffles, omelet, orange juice, tea, coffee... The only thing they're missing is barbeque. What do you want?" "Ohhh.... waffles! Waffles, orange juice, and some toast." "Waffles, OJ, and toast it is." I throw on some clothes, call up room-service, and add an omelet and yoghurt to it. Time to kill half an hour before they show up with food. I root through my sports bag, and organize the day's festivities. Leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, collar, long chains... ah, there's the ball gag. Now, just missing is.... ah, there they are. A pair of small nipple clamps, held together by a small chain. Just in time, as you step out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around your body. Some habits die hard, I chuckle inside. I step up in front of you, and rip off the towel. "On your knees, slut." It takes you a few seconds to realize that I'm taking back control. In that time, I've grabbed your hair, pulled it down behind your back, and with a hard gasp, you stumble to your knees. "Now the rules for today. You already got one: keep your ass clean at all times. The next one: you will wear what I tell you to wear, and only that. Rule number three: you will cum only when I allow you to. Got that?" "Yes, sir. But... isn't that the same as yesterday?" "Sort of. There is one rule I haven't mentioned though: you are not to leave this room without my permission." "Whaat??" There is genuine surprise in your voice. "You're going to make me stay in this room??" "Yes." "And... what are you going to do all day??" Surprise has made way for... sadness? Anger? Disappointment? Hard to tell. But you're not taking it so well. "Well – I've got a workout to get in. That's about two hours. I've got a few emails to check up on and reply to.... probably 30 mins. And finally, I've got an Economist to finish – or at least get through the important articles. Most importantly though, I plan on having my fucktoy service me when I need a break. You will service me at my whim, and for that, you need to be in the room. Got that?" "But.... what am I going to do???" "Excellent question. Final rule: you are to keep your cunt wet at all times. However you want to do it – masturbating, fantasizing, whatever it is that keeps you wet and horny. When I walk in here, I want your cunt to be at flood stage. Understood?" "All day...?" "I think it'll be a few hours. The thought of my own bitch in heat waiting for me in my room won't keep me away that long. Now. Is all that clear?" "Yes... sir." "Perfect. I expected nothing less. Now, for what you'll wear... hold tight, while I dress you." I bring over the various cuffs and chains, and your eyes get big. You're getting an idea of how you'll spend the day... The wrist cuffs go on first. Heavy duty leather, they're almost too big for your tiny wrists. No matter, if I wanted actual restraints, you'd get the metal cuffs on. The upside is that the leather is soft, and there is no risk of cutting off any blood-supply, or even any chafing. Next up, the ankle cuffs. Same type of heavy leather, with a large D-ring at their center. Finally, the leather collar, with an O-ring hanging off the front of it. Not too tight – even fur-lined, they can be dangerous if on too tight. I run my finger under it after fastening it: perfect size. Excellent. Now for the final touches: nipple clamps and ball gag. When I pull them out, you have a stumped look on your face. Not surprising, as they work a bit differently from normal clamps: two small metal bars with round plastic covers on their ends make up each clamp, with the actual clamping mechanism being a small ring that one slides up and down the metal bars. The two clamps are connected by a small metal chain – really rather stylish, I have to admit. As I put your first nipple between the two bars of a clamp, it's suddenly dawning on you what's about to happen. "Wait, all day? Nonono.." Instead of a response, I just tighten the bars by sliding the little metal ring towards the end. The bars clamp your nipple like tweezers – hard enough to stay on, but the plastic caps soften the pinch. A bit. "Owww! That hurts!" "Did I ask for your opinion? No? Then take it, slut." This time though, you try to get up on your feet and get away. Well, that's why the cuffs and collar are on. I quickly hook a finger through the O-ring on your collar, and yank you back down. "I don't remember giving you permission to get up, cunt. Get on all fours." A quick pull further on the collar puts your head almost onto the ground. "Now stay there." I grab the crop from the bag, and position myself behind you. "This will just not do." With that, I bring down the crop on your ass cheeks. Repeatedly. And, for good measure, a whack on your exposed pussy. That one actually makes you jerk your body away, and wrings out a squeak from you. "Did we learn a lesson, cunt?" "Yes, sir. I will wear the clamps, sir. Sir... can I take them off at some point? They really hurt..." "Sounds like you weren't quite paying attention. The rules are for all day, but I'm not going to be here all day. So. What happens when I'm gone? I personally don't know, and what I do know will depend on what I see when I come back in. I know the clamps hurt, and you won't be able to wear them the entire day. So, what matters is what I see when I walk through the door. Same for everything else. As long as you wear what I expect when I come through that door, I will consider you to have obeyed the rules. Now, still questions?" "No sir." Good. I pick up the other clamp, and attach it to the other nipple. You take a sharp breath in through your lips, but you don't move. "Good girl." There's a sudden knock on the door. "Room-service!" Already? Man, they're fast. "One second, please!", I yell in the direction of the door. I take a look at you, with cuffs on all limbs, a collar, clamps on your nipples... that will take a while to get off. Unless.... a better idea suddenly gets into my head. A devious smile comes across my lips. I grab the scarf from last night, pull you up by the collar, and move you to the bathroom. As you walk, the rings and chains clink and clank... a most delicious noise with your naked body. I position you in front of the mirror, put the scarf over your eyes, and whisper in your ear: "Now masturbate, my little fucktoy. And don't stop until I tell you." I move back out the door, and.. yes, it is oriented perfectly. It opens to the left, which means that even if it is partially open, the waiter would not see anything. On the way out though, the mirror would provide a great reflection.... I take a final look inside, and your hands are on your clit, the clamps still on, and the cuffs complete a perfect look. I unlocked the door bolt, and motioned the waiter. "Room service, sir! Where should I put it?" Cheerful lad. Probably in his twenties or so. Great – the perfect audience. I'm sure that if he catches a glimpse, he will appreciate the show. And will have a great story to tell. I wonder if I can count that as a tip? I motion him over to the table near the window, and he diligently rolls the cart over. Omelet, yoghurt, OJ, waffles and toast are quickly organized on the table, and I sign the room service check as he works. "Have a great day, sir!" he says, as he wheels the cart around and towards the door. As I said, a cheerful lad. As he gets closer to the bathroom, I watch him carefully, and.... there goes the head. To his credit, he only barely slowed down passing, but I'm sure he got a long, hard look at that little pixie in the bathroom, masturbating furiously in an outrageous get up. Excellent..... He had a huge grin on his face as he turned around at the door to open it and get the cart through. "Let us know if you need anything else, sir!" I'm sure you will be up here in a flash if I ask for anything else. Well, I always say – treat the staff right, and you'll get great service. I walk back into the bathroom, with you still masturbating. I move your hand away from your pussy, and shove my fingers inside. Dripping wet. Excellent. "You provided a great show to that waiter, slut. He had the biggest.." "He saw me???" "... grin on his face. He sure did. Door was open." "What??" You give me one of your patented punches into the chest. "It was great. You gave a great show." A little smile plays around your lips as you turn your head away. "You're a dirty old man, making me do dirty things. Perverted things like showing me off... "... like a dirty little whore on a street corner. And you like it. You like it that I show you off to hotel staff, who can't do anything but look at your exposed tits and cunt. You like that I enjoy parading you around. Don't you, whore?" Your breathing gets more ragged as I run through my imagery. Yes, yes, she does like it. Her body doesn't lie. "Yes.... I like it, now that you told me that you like it." Perfect. Now, time to get on with the rest of her get-up. I grab the two long chains – heavier than the chain for the nipple clamps, and about 3 feet long - and attach one to your ankle cuffs, and the other to your wrists. The chains are long enough that they're not really that constricting, but just short enough that they don't allow for full free movement. You pick up your arms, and shake your wrists. The chain clanks around, a bit like a wind chime – or like a metal rainstick. Finally, the piece de resistance: the ball gag. As I move it up to your mouth, I hope that small was indeed the right size. A gag too big will tire the jaws very quickly, and one that's too small... well, what's the point in that? "Open wide." You move your head to the side, and eye it suspiciously. "I don't know about this," you mutter. "I'm sorry, what?" Just a bit louder, you repeat "I.... I'm supposed to keep this in mouth? It looks gross." Well, rubber is a bit of an acquired taste, but I'm really in no mood to take an argument. Smack! A deliberate slap to the face turns your cheek red and snaps your head to the side. Your ear on your right side rings a little bit. "What was that again, fucktoy? Are you arguing?" "Sorry, sir! Nothing, sir... I..." "That's better. Yes, same rules apply." I cut off the argument. She'll get used to the taste, and the rubber ball seems to be about the right size. "Now open wide." This time, no argument. You just open your mouth silently, with a worried look on your face. I place the gag in your mouth, and you close your lips around it. Maybe just a little small.... next time, maybe. Need to start her off slowly anyway: I'm throwing a lot of things at her today. I fasten the strap behind your head, making it nice and snug – but again, not too snug to squeeze anything off. I take a step back, and admire my work. You're still kneeling on the ground, hands on your thighs. You're staring ahead, focusing on the strange taste in your mouth, the slight tug of the gag straps on your mouth, the collar around your neck, the clamps making your nipples stand straight up and the weight of the chains and leather cuffs. "Now that's what I call a proper fucktoy look. Stand up." You get up on your feet, and look expectantly up at me. "Turn around." With a little booty shake and arms stretched out, you do a little pirouette. "Very nice", I say, giving you a small applause. The concerned look eases, and a little smile plays again on your lips. "Now show me how wet you are." You pause for a second, then run your fingers through your pussy slit. They come back glistening. "Good little slut." Your smile grows wider. My hard-on is straining through my pants at this point. You can tell, and you shake your butt a little more at me. Not that I needed an invitation, but.... time for at least a quick fuck. I grab the chain on your wrists, and yank you over the bed. Expectantly, you brace your arms on it, stick your butt out as far as you can, and look at me over your shoulder. Fumbling for a second with my belt (next time, just the running shorts), I drop my pants, and step behind you. My cock in one hand, your hair in the other, I guide myself into your dripping wet pussy, and start to pound you rapidly. Little mewls come through the gag, and I work my dick nice and deep into your pussy. I can feel you tensing up, the mewls coming quicker and quicker.... she's about to forget one of the rules. I stop, my dick still firmly ensconced in your pussy, and give your ass a quick whack. "No cumming until I tell you, remember?" You just moan in reply. That works for me. I resume the pounding until I've worked up a good sweat, then stop. No need to blow my load right now – plus, I need to tease her a little bit. I pull out, take off my shirt, and much to your disappointment, put on my running gear. "Crap – I almost forgot! Bend over." Quickly, you resume your position on the bed, sticking your ass out. I look for the butt plug – ah, finally, in the bathroom. I take a quick look at it, and yes, it could use a wash. Some soap, some warm water later, and it is like new. I walk back out to the bedroom, take the vaseline out of the (now much more empty) sport bag, and show both to you. "You know what this is for, right?" You nod, and grunt an affirmation. "Good. Just in case, you might want to use the vaseline if you ever take it out. Pussy juices work well in a hurry, but dry out. This stuff will keep everything nice and slippery. Got it?" Again, a nod and a grunt. You brace yourself a bit more in anticipation as I move behind you. I carefully rub some vaseline into your ass – too much can be an issue too – and coat the plug as well. Your ass is still tight, but the vaseline makes everything slide in pretty easily, and the plug settles with only its base sticking out. With that, I grab a chair, and sit down for a quick breakfast. You look at me expectantly, puzzling out what my intentions are for you right now. "Well, my little provider of depravity, time to provide. Show me how much it turns you on to be in chains and a gag. Show me just how much of a slut you are. Entertain me." You pause, unsure what to do. Slowly, you start to run your hands over hips, on your thighs, back over your stomach. Well, it's a start. I dig into the omelet. Your hands run up over your breasts, feeling the clamps sitting on your nipples, over the collar, and on to the gag, where they trace its outline on your mouth. You catch my smile, and start to gyrate your hips. "That's better. Keep going." Your hands move back down over your breasts, where they give the nipple chain a bit of a tug. You turn around, bend over, and run your hands on the inside of your thighs. A little shaking of your butt, and I can see your fingers come up underneath your crotch, playing with the base of the butt plug. Now she's getting it. You start running one, then two, then three fingers up and down your slit, until they disappear into your pussy, where you slowly start to masturbate. Now that's a breakfast show. The omelet goes quickly, and the yoghurt barely registers. Nothing like a little slut putting on a show to make time go by quickly. I get up, give your ass a quick slap, put on my gym clothes, grab the two key cards, and head for the door. "Enjoy your breakfast – remember the rules!" As I close the door and put the do-not-disturb sign on the outside, I wonder how long she'll keep the clamps on... Breakfast is still pretty recent, it's still early in the day, and I have time for a nice, slow warm-up. The one draw-back of a nice, slow warm-up: it leaves me plenty of time to think about what I left behind in the hotel room. Thankfully, it's a Saturday morning, which means the gym is empty, and I don't have to worry about hotel guests lodging complaints about the guy doing yoga with a hard-on. Still, after my warm-up is done, I decide to check on what my personal fucktoy is doing. I head back up to the hotel room, run the key card through the slot, push the door open... and am foiled by the dead-bolt chain. I chuckle to myself. "Keep the dead-bolt chain unlocked" was indeed not part of the rules. That'll teach me not to be specific. I hear some shuffling, some chains rustling about, and then I finally see you peeking through the crack in the door. You make no motion, however, to open the door. "Open Sesame!" Nothing. Just a highly amused look on what little I can see of your face. "Really? Open Sesame doesn't work?" I can hear your muffled giggle through the gag. Now what? "What about please?" The door slams shut, I hear the chaing sliding out.... and a quick tap-tap of feet running away from the door, accompanied by the ever-present clinking of chains. But still, the door is closed. Oh well, close enough. I slide the card through the slot again, open the door, and find you on the bed, masturbating slowly and deliberately. Let's see.... gag – check. Nipple clamps – check. Wrist and ankle chains – check. Butt plug – not visible like that. Still, not bad so far. "Come on, my little fuck toy, inspection time." I grab the wrist chains, and pull you up onto your knees. The ball gag is nicely secured on the back of your head, the nipple clamps are nice and tight – a quick pull made sure of that – and now to check on the butt plug. I pull the wrist chains farther forward, and your upper body collapses forward, with your ass sticking up nicely for inspection. And indeed, even the butt plug is in place. "Very good... Time to get what I came for." This time, no fumbling with a belt. The running shorts come straight down, and I just plow straight into your pussy. As requested, it is already wet and willing. "And what a wet slut you are," I taunt you. "Ready to be fucked at a moments notice. Do you like the idea of waiting for me to come and fuck you whenever I feel like you? Do you like having a plug in your ass while I fuck you? You are like a bitch in heat, putting your ass up like that." I hear some muffled moaning, but the gag makes it quite impossible to hear if you're trying to say anything specific. Just as well, I keep pounding you hard. For encouragement sake, I give your ass a nice, hard slap. With that, your moaning is getting loader, and you start to grind your ass into me. Oh no, not just yet.